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When the night watches slowly downwards creep, / And heavy darkness lays her leaden wings / On aged eyes that ache but cannot weep, / For burning time hath dried the water-springs -- / Yearneth the watcher then with sleepless pain / For eager hearts that in the grave lie cold, / For all the toil and pride of years made vain, / And grieveth sore to be alive, and old.
Without, the lost wind desolately crying / Scatters poor spring's frail children rent and torn, / And when the moon looks, wearily a-dying, / A moment 'thwart her shroud, faint and forlorn, / Gleams ghostly through the trees her fickle light / On barren blossoms, strewn upon the night.